He waffles wildly. Regarding the coronavirus, for instance …
- On Jan. 22, he said, “It’s one person coming in from China, and we have it under control. It’s going to be just fine.”
- Feb. 26 … “We’re going to be pretty soon at only five people. And we could be at just one or two people over the next short period of time. So we’ve had very good luck.”
- Feb. 27 … He referred to the coronavirus as a “Democrat hoax” and said “It’s going to disappear. One day—it’s like a miracle—it will disappear.”
- On Mar. 7, asked about the possibility that the virus would spread to D.C., he responded, “No, I’m not concerned at all. No, I’m not. No, we’ve done a great job.”
- Mar. 16 … “it could be right in that period of time [this summer] where it, I say, wash—it washes through.”
- And Mar. 18 … “This is a pandemic. I felt it was a pandemic long before it was called a pandemic.”
Oh my! Trump lives in his own reality, untethered from Planet Earth and us earthbound earthlings hindered by our old-fashioned commitment to empiricism.
Either that—or he lies. Take your pick.
Then there’s the boasting. Childlike, he hasn’t yet figured out the sun doesn’t rise and set with him. The universe has other business to attend to. I’m waiting for the day when the long-suffering press corps (how much of this can they take?) rises up, holding signs above their heads, saying, “THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU!”
But that’s a topic for another time.